Bread

One thing that I wish Edison would stop doing is pursuing his love affair with bread.

I don't know any other cat that likes to chew on bread, but Edison loves it. Every time Mike and I come home from the grocery store Edison romps through the bags looking for a loaf or some buns to chew on. Early on Mike and I learned to keep the bread on top of the fridge. When Edison started making his way on top of the fridge we started keeping it inside the fridge, and then in a bread box we got for our wedding. It worked well until recently.

Last night Mike and I came home to find the bread box askew on its shelf, with a small, chewed-up corner of bread wrapper sticking out from under the lid. Apparently the last time Mike closed the bread box he left the top of the bread bag sticking out, and Edison had discovered it and yanked and chewed in an effort to free the bread from its stainless steel prison.

Not only is Edison stepping up his bread-getting efforts, though, he's also broadening his focus. He once stole a Saltine from a stack on Mike's desk and hightailed it through the apartment, the cracker in his teeth and me in hot pursuit. Just two days ago we found a plastic bag of tortillas in our bedroom. Edison had never bothered tortillas before, but apparently he now thinks they're close enough to bread to be delicious. He dragged the package off the shelf in the pantry and into the bedroom. He had gnawed through the plastic bag and had chewed a small semi-circle into the stack of tortillas. Of course, he had to chew through all eight tortillas. I'm not sure if Mike would have been willing to just cut the bitten portions off, but I'm not. We trashed the whole bag.

Maybe we can give Edison a more suitable focus, like chicken or catnip. Until then, no loaf is safe.